From Anudder Mudder

Anudder, mudder, brudder, this is what we've been hearing since Allie could speak. We like it, think it's cute, endearing even, but lately things have been changing. Another would squeak out, but than anudder would reappear. Mother would stop in for a day, but then anudder mudder would come home. Recently, brudder must have relocated, because it seems that brother is now residing at our house. It makes me slightly teary to lose all our old friends, but I am happy Al has made new, everlasting relationships.